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Part 1: The Office Scene

He was sitting in his office with a beautiful young girl resting on his shoulder. She looked to be around four to five years old, fast asleep, while he was busy filling out some paperwork.

The guy was extremely well-dressed; one look at him would tell you he was a man of wealth and comfort. Everything about him was calm and composed.

Another young man walked into the office with a greeting. He was around 27 years old, clearly of the same age group and likely related, as they bore a striking resemblance.

The moment the guy walked in, Doctor Farhan set his work aside, returned the greeting, and a warm smile spread across his face.

The visitor said, "Doctor Farhan, you're always working with Afrah stuck to your shoulder, fast asleep. Can't you put her down and rest?"

Doctor Farhan smiled, a smile that made him look even more handsome, and replied, "Fu'ad, you know how Afrah is. She is always attached to me, and whenever she wants to sleep, my body is the only place she finds to fall asleep. And about putting her down to rest—even if I wanted to, if her sleep isn't deep yet, she wakes up the second she feels me trying to lay her down. My only relief is that Afrah isn't heavy. It actually amazes me; no matter how long I carry her, I never feel tired. If you ever see me put her down, it’s not because I’m tired, but because I have work to do."

Fu'ad sighed and said, "Well, Afrah is certainly living the life. I hope she doesn't disturb you from giving your full attention to your bride, Amrah?" "Nope, not at all." "That’s what I like to hear! I hope Afrah isn't bothering anyone." He said this as he placed a nylon bag of sweets on the desk and continued, "I bought these sweets just for sweet Afrah alone, not for the bride, because I don't want any unfair treatment for Afrah. If the bride wants some, her groom should buy it for her!"

Farhan smiled and said, "I won't buy any for her; she’s going to eat Afrah's. In fact, Amrah will start eating them before Afrah even touches them!" Fu'ad protested, "Crap, I won't agree to that! Afrah gets to eat first." He called out Afrah's name about three times, but she didn't budge.

Farhan smiled. "Thank God her cousins aren't around right now, or you would have woken her up." "What do you mean her cousins aren't around? Hey, Fu'ad, don't tell me you don't know that Afrah can't hear? She is deaf." "Oh, really? Then why does she nod her head in response when someone talks to her?" "Well, she does hear sometimes, but most of the time she can't. That nodding? You have to understand her well. When you talk, she watches your mouth, and that’s how she figures out what you're saying and gives you an answer." "SubhanAllah! So you're saying she can hear sometimes? Does that mean she can speak at times too?" "She can't speak. Her lips just move as if she wants to say something, but she can't get the words out. However, when she cries, I swear to God she sounds just like a hearing child—her cries and laughter sound completely normal."

Fu'ad said, "Poor thing. So, aren't you going to take her somewhere to get checked out?" "Fu'ad, you know I wouldn't just leave Afrah like this. We've tried everything, but it hasn't worked yet. She’s constantly on medication, just like Amrah."

"So basically, you're dealing with both the blind and the deaf in your house..." "Hey! Who is blind? You know better than that!" "Oh, come on, was it an insult that brought you to my office?" "What insult? I’m just speaking the truth—Amrah can't see a thing without her glasses!" "So that makes her blind?" "I wouldn't call her blind if she could see when she takes her glasses off, but she literally sees nothing without them..." "Who told you that? Amrah can see shadows!" "Ha! Shadows that she can't even comprehend or make sense of when she sees them!" "Well, whatever the case may be, I love her just the way she is." "Everyone knows you love her just the way she is, since you married her," Fu'ad said as he stood up. "I'm leaving. I know my patients are waiting for me over there. Give my regards to the bride when you get home."

Farhan nodded and said, "InshaAllah, she'll hear it," and Fu'ad walked out.

Part 2: Waking Up and Care

The moment Fu'ad left, Afrah began to stir gently. Farhan moved her onto his lap. She quickly slid down, grabbed his hand, and pointed toward the toilet, letting Farhan know she needed to pee. He picked her up gently, carried her to the toilet, and after she was done, they came out.

He placed her back on his lap, pulled out a food flask, and began feeding her slowly until she was full. He gave her water to drink, then pulled out a tissue and wiped her little mouth. He tickled her fingers against her cheeks, and she flashed a smile that revealed her dimples. She then reached out and tickled his cheeks with her fingers, making him smile and show his sparkling white teeth.

He placed her back on the desk so they were facing each other, picked up the bag of sweets, and handed her one, saying, "Uncle Fu'ad said I should give this to you." She stared at him silently, not understanding what he had said because she was watching his mouth. He repeated the words, and she fixed her gaze intently on his lips. This time, she understood what he said as he opened another sweet for her.

With a joyful, childish smile, she reached out and took the sweet Farhan handed her. She pressed her palms together to signal "thank you," popped the sweet into her mouth, and began swinging her little legs back and forth. Farhan reached out and adjusted the hair clips dangling by her face.

Part 3: Bedtime Routine

At night, around nine o'clock, Farhan and Afrah were lying on the bed getting ready for sleep, playing on a phone while Afrah giggled happily. "Uncle! Uncle!" Her voice rang out sweetly.

Farhan calmly got up and headed toward the bathroom. He found her standing by the towel rack, not yet wrapped in her towel, holding it up against her chest to cover herself while groping around blindly.

He took the towel, wrapped it around her, and gathered her hair—which was dripping wet—pushing it back. He searched the bathroom for what he needed, but couldn't find it. Pulling a small towel, he pulled her close to his body and began drying her hair. Once he finished, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. His gaze fell upon her eyeglasses sitting on the mirror stand. He asked, "Amrah, why did you go into the bathroom without your glasses on?"

She lifted her oily eyes, looking directly toward where she expected his face to be. If you saw this, you would think she could see because of how she fixed her eyeballs toward his—something Billy and Futha found astonishing. But Farhan was clearly used to seeing it, so he didn't find it strange at all. She said, "Uncle, I want to start learning how to walk around sometimes without my glasses." He said, "No, stop doing that. I'm afraid you might have an accident one day." She nodded before Farhan stood up, picked up her eyeglasses, and put them on her.

She said, "Thank you," and walked away carefully. Farhan watched her feet with a mixture of sadness and affection.

She went over to the mirror and dabbed sweet-smelling perfumes all over her body. Then she headed to the wardrobe, while Afrah rolled over onto Farhan's body, using his lap as a pillow and handing him his phone. He gently stroked her hair, realizing she was falling asleep.

As soon as Amrah finished her bedtime routine—by which time Afrah was already fast asleep—she walked over, sat on the other side of the bed, and rested her head on his shoulder. Farhan stroked her hair and asked with care, "How is your body feeling?" She lowered her head, looking shy, and played with her ring before replying, "I feel better."

He smiled, looking even more handsome, as Amrah’s shyness always charmed him. He stroked the side of her face, then gently picked up Afrah—whose sleep was now deep—and carried her over to lay her down softly on her small cot. He spent a long time reciting prayers and blowing protective breaths over her before leaving the spot.

Amrah couldn't take her eyes off him; she never grew tired of watching him. She didn't stop gazing at him until he walked right up to her, sat down, pulled her close to his body, and playfully pinched her nose. "What is this staring all about? You'd think today was the first day we met." She didn't say a word, only closed her eyes with a faint smile. Farhan turned off the bedroom lights, and they went to sleep.

Part 4: The Morning Rush and Gwaggo

In the early hours of the morning, Afrah’s crying woke them up. Farhan quickly slid off the bed, hurried over to her, picked her up, and rushed to the toilet so she could urinate. He knew she only cried because she needed to pee; Afrah never wet the bed—she would simply cry until someone attended to her.

After they came out, he sat with her on the bed. She leaned against his body, sleep trying to pull her back under until it claimed her completely. Farhan laid her down, praying silently that she wouldn't wake up because he needed to get to the mosque for morning prayer.

Around nine o’clock, Afrah woke up. Farhan had just stepped out of the bathroom, combing his hair. He quickly glanced at Afrah, who was crying the way children do when they wake up. Seeing her eyes closed, he let out a sigh of relief—if her eyes were open and she saw him, she would demand that he give her a bath, and he was in a huge rush to make a 10:00 AM meeting.

He looked at Amrah, who had just entered the room carrying a breakfast tray, likely coming from the kitchen. Farhan gave her a look that instantly communicated what he needed. Amrah quickly set the tray down, rushed over to Afrah, and picked her up. Before Afrah could open her eyes, they were already in the toilet.

When they came out, they didn't find Farhan in the room; he had already left. Amrah looked at the breakfast she had brought and noticed Farhan had taken his portion, as there was only one set of plates left from what she had laid out. She rubbed Vaseline on Afrah and dressed her in warm clothes because of the chilly weather.

Meanwhile, in Farhan's section, he was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast in a rush. Once he finished, he went back to Amrah's area and found Afrah lying against a pillow, sucking her big toe. Amrah was holding a plate of food, coaxing her to eat, but Afrah stubbornly refused. She was extremely hungry, but on principle, she only wanted Farhan to feed her.

Farhan walked over slowly and sat down. Amrah said, "Uncle, I’ve tried everything, but she refuses to eat." "I figured as much, which is why I rushed through my own breakfast so I could feed her before time runs out for me."

Saying that, he pulled her close to him and began feeding her until he was sure her stomach was full. He gave her water, stood up, and grabbed his blue-black suit—matching his trousers, while his inner shirt and shoes were milk-colored, right down to his wristwatch. He picked up his briefcase and car keys, announcing, "I'm heading out."

Amrah stood up, holding Afrah with the intention of seeing him off. Farhan said, "No, stay here. I don't want her to see me getting into the car, because I know she'll throw a tantrum and cry to come with me. And I can't take her to this meeting because it’s a gathering of all state doctors, and I have no idea how long it will take. I can't just drop her off with the nurses there. Plus, it's very cold today, so I want her to stay home."

He checked his watch—it was 9:40 AM—and looked back at Afrah, who was staring at him as if begging him to pick her up. He waved bye-bye and headed toward the door. The moment he opened it, he heard the sound of her crying. He stopped dead in his tracks, filled with distress, because he hated hearing her cry, especially remembering that she was an orphan and an absolute trust placed in his care.

With a heavy heart, he turned back, picked her up, and said, "Let me take her to Gwaggo and see if she'll agree to watch her."

He walked over to the other wing—presumably Gwaggo's section. With a greeting, he entered and found her eating breakfast. He bowed respectfully, greeted her, and explained his request for Afrah to stay with her until he returned.

Without hesitation, Gwaggo reached out to take Afrah, but Afrah stiffened her shoulders and clung tighter to him, signaling she wouldn't go. Gwaggo laughed and said, "I kept quiet, but I knew she wouldn't agree to stay. And besides, you're the one who always takes her everywhere every day—what brought about this sudden change of plans?" With a troubled sigh, Farhan replied, "Gwaggo, this isn't what I wanted either, but taking her along is simply impossible because of this meeting I told you about yesterday..." "Ah, true, you're right."

Gwaggo took Afrah, though it took a lot of crying, kicking, and squirming before she was finally handed over. Farhan left feeling deeply uneasy, wishing he could just skip the meeting altogether.

Part 5: The Aftermath and Return

Farhan didn't return from his meeting until after the Asr prayer. The moment he stepped inside, he went straight to Gwaggo’s wing. He found Afrah fast asleep, with sweets scattered around her on the floor in the middle of the room, alongside hair clips strewn across the bed.

He walked further in, sat down, greeted Gwaggo—who was sitting on her prayer mat doing her adhkar—and asked, "Gwaggo, did your little foster child turn your room upside down with these sweets?" Gwaggo finished her prayers, folded her hijab, and said, "Hmh! Today she gave me a minor headache with all her deaf-tantrums and yelling!" Farhan smiled, suppressing a laugh, though he didn't like hearing her referred to as deaf, even though he knew she was.

Gwaggo continued, "In the middle of her tantrums, she started grabbing anything she could find and throwing it. I tried to calm her down until I was exhausted. Even Amrah came by with sweets and tried to soothe her, but it was like talking to a brick wall. She finally wore herself out tossing and turning right by the door until she fell asleep. I picked her up and put her on the bed, along with the sweets. I was just about to start picking them up when the call to prayer came, so I paused to pray first."

Farhan sighed. "I hope she didn't hurt herself throwing those tantrums, and I hope she didn't cause too much damage?" "No, not at all, I don't think so." He stood up and said, "Let me go rest for a bit, and then I'll come back and take her." "May Allah relieve your fatigue," Gwaggo said. "Ameen," he replied, and walked out.

When he reached his own apartment, he found Amrah wrapped in a towel in front of the mirror, combing her hair. He stood there for a moment before she noticed him in the mirror and flashed a soft, sweet smile. He walked over slowly, embraced her from behind, rested his head on her shoulder, and inhaled the sweet perfume radiating from her skin. "My Amrah, I am so tired." She stroked his sideburns and said, "Sorry, my uncle."

As she tried to stand up, he pulled her close and said, "Come here, I want to eat." She began removing his suit, saying, "Let you take a bath first, or..." He looked at her with an exhausted expression and said, "You have no mercy, my Amrah! You've eaten your fill, but I have to go take a bath before I can eat?" "Um-um, uncle, it's not like that—" "Yes it is, look, your tummy is sticking out, proving you've eaten your fill!" He said this while trailing his hands down her stomach to her chest. Blushing deeply, she buried her face in his chest without pushing away his hands as they roamed over her body. She whispered, "I swear, uncle, I feel sorry for you. You know I suffer from ulcers; even if I wanted to wait for you, I wouldn't have been able to manage."

He didn't answer, continuing his slow, deliberate touch. He began sliding her towel off, and she didn't stop him, despite her intense shyness and the fact that she still wasn't completely uninhibited with him. She knew that stopping him would be unfair, given how intoxicating her perfume was—he wouldn't just be content looking at her.

Right in the middle of this, she suddenly jerked away from him and pulled her towel back up as it slipped off. Farhan blinked and looked up slowly. Following her gaze toward the doorway, he saw Afrah standing there holding a sweet, her face plastered with a pout of anger.

A wide, affectionate smile broke across his face at the sight of her. He walked over to where she stood, knelt down, and playfully pulled his own ears in apology. Afrah turned her face away, puffed out her cheeks, and crossed her arms, refusing to forgive him.

Like a little child begging for forgiveness, he pointed at himself as if to say, "It’s me, won't you forgive me?" She stared at him, then looked over at Amrah, abandoning Farhan where he knelt to walk over to Amrah instead. She handed Amrah the sweet, and Amrah opened it for her and picked her up.

Farhan stood up, unbuttoning his shirt, and sat on the edge of the bed near the food cart. Amrah dished out his food while Farhan kept his eyes on Afrah, who was sucking on her sweet and staring right back at him. Realizing she wanted him to pick her up, he reached out, took her, and settled her on his lap. "Are we still mad at Uncle?" he asked.

She stared at his mouth, leaning against him while playfully fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

Part 6: Feeding and New School Supplies

With tender care, Farhan watched Afrah playing with his shirt buttons, knowing she must be hungry. He gently removed the sweet from her mouth, pulled out a tissue, wiped her mouth, and adjusted her position so he could feed her comfortably.

He took a bite of the food first to test it—just to make sure there was nothing wrong with it, as Afrah hated any hint of spice. The food tasted just right, though he checked purely out of habit, knowing humans are prone to mistakes.

Slowly, he began feeding her. As she opened her little mouth to accept the food, she would also scoop some up on a spoon and try to feed him. Afrah loved to copy whatever Farhan did for her. Though her attempts at feeding him were messy and silly, Farhan played along. Sometimes, as she tried to feed him, she'd tilt the spoon and spill the food, but he would just smile, wipe it away with a tissue, and guide her hand properly so she could get the food into his mouth without spilling.

They continued eating in a way that would charm anyone watching. Once they finished, he picked her up, gave her a bath, wrapped her in a towel, laid her on the bed, and headed into the bathroom to take his own shower. By the time he came out, Amrah had already dressed Afrah in a gorgeous outfit that smelled wonderfully sweet.

Part 7: The School Prep and Twist

A few days later, Farhan walked in carrying Afrah on his shoulder, his other hand full of bulky bags. Amrah rushed over from the three-seater sofa to take the bags from him, and they walked inside together.

The moment Amrah put the bags down, Afrah rushed over and unzipped them excitedly. Making her deaf-cheering sounds, she pulled out the items one by one to show Amrah: a school bag, notebooks, sweets, chocolates, biscuits, a school basket, and a lunch box. Once she finished exploring, Amrah used sign language to ask her about them, and Afrah eagerly signed back.

Amrah turned to Farhan, who was lounging on the sofa with his eyes half-closed, and asked, "Uncle, Afrah says you're going to start taking her to school tomorrow?" He slowly opened his eyes, adjusted his posture, and replied, "Yes, by tomorrow, InshaAllah, she starts school." "So what about my schooling?"

He stayed silent, as if he wasn't going to answer at all. Then he sighed and said, "Don't worry, when WAEC and NECO time comes, you'll go take your exams, but you won't be returning to regular school." She didn't say anything in response. It wasn't that she was unhappy, but rather that this arrangement suited her fine as well.

Noticing the silence, he sat up, removed his cap, and looked at her intently. "What's wrong, my Amrah? You don't like that?" She shook her head and said, "Uncle, even the way you've set it up is better for me." "Okay, get me some cold juice and water." She stood up and brought him cold water and juice.

Part 8: The Midnight Mystery

At night, around midnight, everyone was fast asleep in peace.

Slowly, Farhan opened his eyes, feeling as though his entire body had been tightly bound. He felt restricted and noticed constant movement around him in the room. As he tried to shift and make a strong movement, he realized with shock that he was indeed tied up—completely immobilized.

Completely bewildered, he wondered how this could have happened and who could have done this to him.

His eyes shifted toward Afrah's bed...

Summary

The story revolves around Doctor Farhan, a wealthy, kind-hearted man deeply devoted to caring for two vulnerable women in his life: Afrah, a young, deaf-mute orphan girl whom he treats like his own child and carries everywhere, and Amrah, his young bride who is visually impaired (relying on thick glasses) and manages ulcers and deep shyness around him.

The narrative highlights Farhan's extraordinary patience, empathy, and hands-on caregiving as he balances his demanding career as a doctor with the unique needs of both Afrah and Amrah. A significant portion of the text details daily domestic life—feeding rituals, playful interactions, overcoming communication barriers with sign language and lip-reading, and navigating family dynamics with extended relatives like Gwaggo.

The plot shifts when Farhan purchases school supplies to enroll Afrah in school starting the next day, while simultaneously navigating Amrah's educational boundaries. The excerpt concludes with a sudden, mysterious cliffhanger where Farhan wakes up in the middle of the night to find himself completely tied up and immobile, with his gaze turning toward Afrah's bed.

Description

This excerpt is a contemporary domestic drama characteristic of modern Hausa popular fiction (Littattafan Soyayya). It focuses heavily on themes of caregiving, disability inclusion (specifically deafness and visual impairment), polygamous/extended family dynamics, romance, and paternal affection. The prose utilizes intimate domestic settings—offices, bedrooms, and dining areas—to portray emotional depth, vulnerability, and devotion within a marital and guardianship framework.

Analytics

• Character Dynamics & Disability Representation: The text uniquely features characters with physical disabilities (Afrah is deaf-mute; Amrah is visually impaired) without portraying them as burdens. Instead, it normalizes their challenges and highlights the adaptive communication methods used by Farhan (lip-reading, sign language, tactile cues).
• Protagonist Characterization (Doctor Farhan): Farhan is idealized as the ultimate caregiver—patient, financially stable, affectionate, and emotionally intelligent. His ability to switch effortlessly from professional doctor to doting father-figure and romantic husband underscores his central pillar role in the household.
• Pacing & Narrative Structure: The narrative follows a cyclical, slice-of-life structure over the course of a couple of days (office scene \rightarrow home routine \rightarrow work meeting \rightarrow evening relaxation \rightarrow school prep), culminating in a sudden suspenseful thriller element at the very end.

Comments

• Emotional Resonance: The bond between Farhan and Afrah is exceptionally heartwarming, particularly how she mirrors his actions (like feeding him back) despite her communication barriers.
• Narrative Shift: The transition from a slow-paced, wholesome domestic drama into a sudden midnight binding mystery adds a gripping suspense element that leaves readers eager for the next chapter.

Conclusions

Doctor Farhan’s life is defined by profound dedication to his household, managing both the physical and emotional vulnerabilities of Afrah and Amrah with unmatched patience and love. However, the sudden cliffhanger introduces an element of unexpected peril or psychological mystery that disrupts the peaceful domestic tranquility built throughout the story.

Keywords

• Doctor Farhan
• Afrah (Deaf-mute child)
• Amrah (Visually impaired bride)
• Fu'ad
• Gwaggo
• Hausa Literature (Littattafan Soyayya)
• Caregiving & Disability
• Domestic Drama
• Suspense Cliffhanger

Table List

| Character | Role / Relationship | Key Traits / Conditions | | : لگاتا | :--- | :--- | | Doctor Farhan | Protagonist, Husband, Guardian | Wealthy doctor, extremely patient, compassionate, attentive caregiver. | | Afrah | Orphan child under Farhan's care | Deaf-mute (cannot hear or speak), highly attached to Farhan, playful. | | Amrah | Farhan's young bride | Visually impaired (wears thick glasses, sees shadows without them), shy, suffers from ulcers. | | Fu'ad | Farhan's friend / colleague / relative | Medical professional, playful, close peer of Farhan. | | Gwaggo | Elderly relative / guardian figure | Lives in a separate wing, assists with childcare. |